An unknowing buck comes into view
the call has worked, anticipations grew
This killing field was once a nature park
sweaty hands on a bow prepare its mark
Arrow now readied he’s taken aim
the sniper has waiting without shame
Premeditating his murder plot
mercilessly he takes the shot
The arrow ripes into the buck’s side
not an instant kill but the coward tried
With a leap of terror, shock and pain
his blood sprayed out into the winter’s rain
Panicked and injured he attempts to run
his hell on Earth, another’s fun
The arrow sinks deeper as he swings around
weakening he staggers to the ground
Useless brutality one again will win
all hope is lost the buck starts to give in
One last breath and a labored breath
he can’t fight the stronghold of death
His warm blood steams the frigid air
his eyes grow dim and cast an empty stare
Meanwhile tucked away in a nearby tree
the smiling youngster sits in safety
Dad pats his son’s brainwashed head
“I’m proud of you” he smiled and said